"Dean." Cas breathed.
"Hm." Dean mumbled.
"Dean..." Cas sighed.
"Hm?" Dean grumbled.
"Dean." Cas groaned louder.
"What the hell do you want, Cas?" Dean whined.
"Dean!" Cas cried out.
"What the fuck, Cas?!" Dean exclaimed.
Cas drowsily opened his eyes. "What do you need?"
"You tell me." Dean retorted. "You wouldn't stop saying my name. You were all, 'Dean' and 'Dean' and then 'Oh Dean!'."
"Oh. I was?" Cas's face flushed a dark red.
"You were." Dean smirked, wagging his eyebrows at him. "Have a good dream?"
"Shut up." Cas smiled. "It was nothing."
"Sure didn't sound like nothing." Dean teased. "Sounded like someone was having fun."
"No. No fun was being had." Cas glared at him playfully.
"Then tell me Cas, what was so boring in this dream of yours?" Dean asked.
"Nothing." Cas snapped.
"Really?" Dean prodded.
"Yes. Really. I wasn't dreaming about anything." Cas stated.
"Are you sure? Because I have something poking me in the leg right now that says otherwise." Dean winked.
"Screw you, Dean." Cas grimaced.
"I'm pretty sure that's what you were thinking." Dean sneered.
"You don't know that for a fact." Cas protested.
"Sure I do." Dean whispered, leaning up so his lips were just barely grazing Cas's.
Cas sat there and looked into Dean's eyes for a moment, then collapsed into him, delivering many rough, hot kisses. Dean brought his finger up through Cas's hair as he ran his hands down Dean's chest.
After a moment, Cas pulled back panting. "Dean, I love you, but go to hell. Your family is home and your leg is broken."
"Who cares about my leg?" Dean shrugged. "And Sammy wouldn't mind. He's used to it."
"I care about your leg you fucking idiot!" Cas exclaimed.
"That's not what you said two weeks ago." Dean muttered.
"Well, I care about you leg now." Cas stated. "I am your care taker, not your slut."
"You're both." Dean smirked. "But on that note, I'm hungry. I'm in the mood for pancakes. Make some."
"My God! Sam was right!" Cas ran his hand through his hair as he climbed off Dean.
"About what?" Dean asked.
"You are a whiney pain in the ass!" Cas scowled. "And I've only been taking care of you for a week!"
"Wow, Cas. Tell me what you really think." Dean said.
"I just did, Dean. You are a whiney pain in the ass." Cas growled. "Am I not clear enough?"
"Crystal. Now go make me pancakes." Dean ordered.
"I am not your nurse! I did not sign up for this!" Cas replied.
"Yeah, Cas. You sort of did." Dean smiled. "And you'd look hot in a nurse costume."
"I swear, Dean." Cas muttered. "You are driving me insane!"
"Sorry." Dean chuckled. "Now pancakes."
Cas sighed as he walked out the door.
"I'll be right behind you." Dean called.
"Mmm..." Dean hummed as he hopped into the kitchen. "You almost done, Cas?"
"Yes. I'm still not much good at cooking, Dean. I do not take responsibility if I catch your house on fire." Cas replied.
"Dating you is such a health hazard." Dean mused as he continued to the living room where he tossed his crutches to the side and swung his feet up on the coffee table.
"That's not sanitary, Dean. It's disgusting." Cas commented as he put a small plate of pancakes on Dean's lap and set a bottle of syrup on the table.
"Thank you, honey." Dean smiled smugly.
"I'm not your honey." Cas scowled.
"Of course you are." Dean snorted.
Cas glared at Dean as he sat next to him on the couch.
"Not good at cooking my ass." Dean laughed. "This is delicious."
Cas stole Dean's fork and took a bite of the pancakes.
"These are good." Cas nodded as he took another bite.
"Hey! You made those for me." Dean yanked the fork back.
"Exactly. I made them. I should get to eat them, too." Cas stated.
Dean stuck his tongue out at Cas and took a bite of the pancakes.
"You broke my leg. Shouldn't you be nicer to me?" Dean pouted.
"Don't you dare play the guilt card on me, Dean Winchester." Cas growled.
"Why not? Someone still feeling guilty about breaking their boyfriends leg?" Dean gave Cas a facefull of puppy eyes.
"Don't look at me like that." Cas ordered.
Dean jutted out his lower lip and batted his eyelashes. "Like this you mean?"
"I'm not looking." Cas closed his eyes.
"Not even a bit?" Dean teased.
"No. Not one bit." Cas answered.
Dean smiled as he leaned in and kissed Cas.
"That wasn't what I was expecting..." Cas mused with a smiled as he kissed Dean back.
Just then, John emerged from his room. He blinked and then rubbed his eyes when he saw Dean and Cas.
"Mornin', boys." He chuckled.
Dean and Cas quickly pulled away from each other.
"Bestest friends, huh?" John raised an eyebrow.
"Dad, meet Castiel Novak. Man of my nightmares." Dean smiled tauntingly at Cas and wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
Cas gave Dean a death stare and John laughed.
"Hm..." John shrugged. "Who would've thought you two?"
"I never would've." Dean and Cas retorted at the same time.
"Scratch that." John laughed. "You can go back to whatever the hell you two were doing. I'm getting some beer."
"Does this change the fact that you hate me?" Cas asked.
"No." John answered bluntly as he continued to the kitchen.
"Don't take it personally." Dean said, unwrapping his arm from Cas and taking a bite of the pancakes.
"I still love your family more than mine..." Cas sighed.
"Cas. I don't think anyone loves your family." Dean smirked.
"Speaking of, Dean. I can't keep washing this suit everyday. I need my clothes." Cas stated.
"Fine. We can go get some more clothes. All your buttons and zippers were stabbing me last night." Dean nodded.
"No, Dean. I will go on my own and get my clothes. I'm dragging you up the stairs." Cas replied. "I'm sneaking in, though. I'll need your card."
"Sneaking into your own house?" Dean scoffed. "What is the world coming to?"
"Shit, Dean. It's going to shit. And we're the ones sending it there." Cas answered.
"Amen." Dean smiled. "Help me finish these pancakes and then you can go."
Cas dashed up the stairs and crept across the hall to Gabriel's room. He rapped on the door and as soon as it swung open, Cas pushed into the room, covering Gabriel's mouth before he could say anything. Cas put a finger to his lips and Gabriel nodded in understanding. Cas removed his hand.
"Where the hell have you been Cas? It's been a week since we've seen you!" Gabriel demanded quietly.
"It's okay, Gabriel." Cas replied. "I'm moving in with Dean."
"You're sixteen!" Gabriel exclaimed. "You can't just ditch home and move in with your boyfriend of two months!"
"I'm not moving in forever." Cas snapped. "I'm just moving in for a few weeks. I'm still going to school. I just needed to make sure you know so you don't stir up a commotion. Just make sure Michael doesn't realize I'm gone. I'm just picking up some clothes and I'm leaving. I won't return for another five weeks or so."
"Fine." Gabriel sighed in discontent. "But if Michael does find out and you get in trouble, leave me the fuck out of it."
"Thank you." Cas nodded before leaving the room.
Cas gathered his clothes and quickly left the mansion. When he returned to Dean's house, he saw him standing on the porch.
"Do not tell me th-" Cas glared at Dean.
Sam poked his head outside the door. "He's been standing there since you left."
"If you weren't on one leg, I would hit you. I was gone almost an hour!" Cas retorted.
"If this is the special treatment I get, you should beat me up more often." Dean smirked.
"I don't plan on it." Cas mused.
Dean smiled. "Good. Because my armpits hurt. So does my back. My posture's a bitch with these god damn crutches."
"Don't complain to me about it. Tell someone who cares and who can do something about it." Cas bitched.
"Don't be so touchy. I want a massage." Dean stated.
"No!" Cas protested.
"Yes!" Dean argued.
"Give me three good reasons why." Cas said.
"Okay." Dean shrugged. "Easy. One. It's your fault. Two. You're my 'caretaker'. Three. I want it."
"You didn't even try." Cas rolled his eyes.
"Of course I didn't. You're giving me one one way or another." Dean shrugged.
Cas scowled. "Fine."
"That's my boy." Dean grinned.
"I am not your 'boy', Dean." Cas grumbled as they walked down the hallway to the room.
Dean tossed his crutches to the side as he sat on his bed.
"You should be more careful with those. They're most certainly bound to break if you keep treating them like that." Cas scolded.
Dean pulled off his shirt and laid down on the bed. "I don't really care. I can hop on one foot."
"Not for weeks." Cas mumbled.
"I can try." Dean laughed.
"And fail." Cas retorted. "You're lazy, Dean. You'd get tired within an hour."
"Yeah..." Dean nodded. "You're probably right."
"I'm always right." Cas mused as he climbed on top of Dean's hips.
"You better know what you're doing." Dean snapped. "I don't want a broken back on top of my leg."
"You asked for it." Cas replied.
"You should come with a waiver saying that any injury that happens while dating you isn't your fault." Dean snorted.
"You should shut up." Cas sneered.
Dean sighed and turned his face back down into his pillow. Cas placed his hands at Dean's shoulder blades and started softly kneading the skin beneath his knuckles. After a few minutes, he started moving his hands slowly down Dean's spine.
"My god, Cas." Dean moaned, lifting his head off the pillow. "You're perfect at everything."
"I'm very flattered, Dean." Cas stated flatly.
"No, but seriously. You do everything right. Are you an angel or something?" Dean laughed.
"No, Dean. I'm far from it. I assure you." Cas replied.
"Not to me, Cas. You are absolutely perfect in my eyes." Dean said softly.
Cas leaned down, moving his hands up to Dean's shoulders and kissing the space between his blades.
"Look at me." Dean mused. "I did something right."
"You're better when you don't talk." Cas mumbled, lightly dragging his lips up to Dean's neck. He nipped Dean's ear, causing a small moan to escape from him.
"You like that?" Cas teased.
"Very much so." Dean hummed, turning his head to the side to his lips could meet Cas's. Cas slowly moved his lips in sync with Deans, bringing his hands down to Dean's sides and pushing them forward, so they were under his stomach. Dean flipped all the way over onto his back, pushing his hands up to Cas's hair.
Cas loosened his tie and pulled it over his head, Dean moving his hands down and unbuttoning his shirt. He traced his hands softly down Dean's chest and over his stomach until he got to Dean's jeans, were he undid the belt and unzipped his jeans.
"Cas..." Dean exhaled shakily into his ear.
"That." Dean breathed. "Definitely missed that."
"Oh yeah." Cas nodded. "Definitely."
Dean smiled up at him. "I missed your hair the most."
"My hair?" Cas asked.
"Yes. Your hair." Dean repeated, running his hands through Cas's hair. "It's soft and smooth and smells like strawberries."
"Thanks?" Cas laughed.
"It's the truth." Dean replied.
"You're strange, Dean. Have I told you that before?" Cas asked.
"Many times, but I'm not that strange. You can't tell me you didn't miss my hair." Dean smirked.
"I didn't." Cas stated. "I missed your freckles. All 53 of them."
"You counted my freckles?" Dean scoffed. "How did you even have the patience?"
"You were sleeping. I was bored." Cas answered. "Simple as that."
"Oh, that's not creepy at all." Dean chuckled.
"It was supposed to be an act of affection and fondness, but looking back on it, it may seem 'creepy' at the least." Cas smiled.
"I love you, Cas. Creepy or not." Dean mused.
"Hey, guys. Are you in the middle of- OH GOD!" Sam screamed.
Cas grabbed his trenchcoat and pulled it over them.
"Obviously you are in the middle of something. You could learn to shut a door some time. It wouldn't hurt!" Sam exclaimed.
"The door wasn't shut?" Cas asked quietly to Dean.
Dean shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "Guess I forgot to check."
"God dammit, Dean." Cas muttered.
"I'll just come back when I'm done throwing up." Sam gagged.
"You wanted something!" Dean called. "What?"
"I was going to ask if you were up for going out to lunch." Sam stated. "Can I go now?"
Dean turned to Cas. "Lunch?"
"Sure." Cas nodded.
"We're in." Dean smirked.
"And I'm out." Sam ran out of the room closing the door behind him.
"You didn't shut the fucking door?" Cas huffed.
"I didn't exactly plan on you seducing me." Dean replied.
"Seducing you? You're the seductive one." Cas retorted.
"First time we met, you seduced me. Remember?" Dean asked.
"I did not!" Cas protested. "You seduced me. You kissed me first."
"You're the one who told me to have sex with you in the first place." Dean snorted.
"That's not seducing. That's getting to the point." Cas stated.
"That's all it takes to seduce me. You should know that by now." Dean rolled his eyes.
"I didn't know it then, though." Cas responded.
"Either way, oh seductive one, you were the one who started stroking me and kissing me and all that mushy crap." Dean remarked.
"It's not mushy crap!" Cas exclaimed. "It's affectionate and loving and caressing and car-"
"So, mushy and seductive?" Dean smirked.
"No! Not mushy and seductive. You said something nice to me, so I wanted to make you feel nice." Cas explained.
"By seducing me?" Dean laughed.
"I did not seduce you." Cas sighed.
"Sure..." Dean smiled.
"I didn't." Cas pouted. "Are you just trying to piss me off?"
"Yes." Dean grinned.
"Fuck you." Cas chuckled.
"Again?" Dean asked excitedly.
"Yes. I'm the sex-crazed seductive one." Cas retorted.
"You totally are." Dean rolled his eyes, leaning up to kiss Cas some more.
"No." Cas pushed Dean's face away.
Dean pouted.
"Did something happen that I don't know about?" John chuckled.
"Are we getting knives with ours meals?" Sam asked.
"I think. Why?" John replied.
"So I can cut my eyes out of my skull." Sam retorted.
"Okay. Something did happen." John mused.
"No. Nothing happened. Nope. Nope. Nothing at all." Dean said.
"Liar." Sam snorted.
John raised an eyebrow at his son.
"I walked in on some 'unspeakable acts of nature.'" Sam muttered.
"Oh." John cast a wary glance at Dean and Cas.
They both shrugged innocently. John shook his head dismissing it as a waitress brought over their meals.
Dean laughed as he looked over at Cas's meal. "Why do you even bother getting something for yourself anymore? You take one look at what I ordered and my order for one becomes an order for one plus a stubborn boyfriend."
"That does look good..." Cas mused.
"See what I mean?" Dean retorted as Cas stared at his burger. "Don't you dare."
"I'd like to see you stop me." Cas taunted as he nabbed Dean's cheeseburger and took a bite of it.
Dean took it away from him, his family laughing as they watched them squabble over the burger. Dean held his burger out to the side and Cas leaned over trying to reach it.
"Eat your damn egg muffin thing." Dean ordered.
"Yours tastes so much better though." Cas stated.
"Not my fault." Dean smirked, quickly taking a bite off the burger.
Cas pouted at Dean and put on his puppy eyes.
"Aww." Sam cooed. "He's begging, Dean. How can you resist that?"
"You give him your meal if you think he's so adorable." Dean said.
Sam pulled his salad closer to himself.
"He's like a fucking food vacuum." Dean laughed.
Cas frowned. "Am not."
"Yes you are." Dean smiled.
"Dean?"
"What?" Dean sighed.
Cas grabbed the lapels of Dean's jacket and crashed their lips together. Sam made a gagging noise in the background, but Cas remained latched on top Dean.
Finally, he pulled away. "I want that burger."
"Half of it." Dean growled, making a messy cut down the center of the burger.
Cas smiled smugly as Dean plopped the burger on his plate.
"Castiel just has you wrapped around his little finger, doesn't he?" Sam laughed.
"Of course not." Dean defended.
"We both know that's a lie." Cas retorted.
"I make my own choices. They have nothing to do with you." Dean stated.
"You can't resist me." Cas whispered. "These lips can make you do anything because I know what makes you squirm."
"Is that so?" Dean replied.
"Yes. It is." Cas growled.
"Okay, you two. Just because Dad's in the bathroom, does not give you permission to do anything you want." Sam chuckled.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean rolled his eyes.
"Dean. Have you seen you two. You are two seconds away from bending Cas over the table and fucking him right here." Sam snorted.
"For a thirteen year old, you sure have a corrupt mind, Samuel." Cas said.
"I am Dean's brother. Blame him." Sam smiled.
"Sam has a point, Dean. You should never have children." Cas turned to Dean.
"If I have kids, they'll be fucking awesome. Just like their father." Dean smirked.
"I'm sure they will." Cas chuckled.
"Miss anything?" John asked as he scooted back in the booth by Sam.
"Just Dean and Castiel having a way too intense make out session." Sam snorted.
"Shut up." Dean laughed.
"You shouldn't sit upside down, Dean." Cas stated. "The blood rushes to your head."
"Not like I care." Dean replied as he hung upside down off his bed, messing with Cas's foot.
"Of course you don't. Why do I even bother talking to you?" Cas muttered.
"Becuase you have nothing better to do?" Dean suggested.
"I have many better things to do. Like study for my history test tomorrow." Cas stated, looking down at Dean over his notebook.
"Is that all you do? Study?" Dean scoffed.
"It's important. Good grades is integral to getting into a good college." Cas said.
"College." Dean sighed. "Who needs college?"
"I don't see why you're so against it. You're very smart, Dean. If you wanted to, you could go to practically any college you want." Cas mused.
"Hm." Dean shrugged. "I have better things to do than sit in class four plus years more than I have to."
"Be that way. Be stubborn." Cas snapped.
"One second you say I'm smart and now I'm stubborn? Make up your mind, Cas." Dean laughed.
"My opinion of you is constantly changing. You never cease to amaze me or disappoint me." Cas answered.
"Someone's pissy." Dean smirked.
"Well, it's hard to focus when you have someone fidgeting with your foot the whole time." Cas glared at Dean over his book.
"What can I say?" Dean smiled. "I'm bored."
"You can read a book, or watch TV, or eat some pie, but no. Playing with Castiel's foot is the most fun option." Cas remarked.
"Of course it is. I don't feel like sitting up to watch TV or getting up to eat, and I hate books. Unless it's a skin mag. Then I love them." Dean chided.
"You're being lazy, Dean. That is unacceptable." Cas scowled.
"What are you going to do about it?" Dean teased.
"You're grounded. No more foot privledges." Cas pushed himself up and sat criss cross on the chair, Dean whining in front of him.
"Now what am I supposed to do?" Dean pouted.
"Something productive." Cas replied.
"I was being productive." Dean protested.
"Really? How is messing with my foot productive?" Cas asked.
"I was studying art." Dean responded.
Cas huffed in exasperation as he peered over at his foot, covered in black dots, stripes, scribbles, and other shapes.
"Dean..." Cas groaned. "I knew that didn't feel like your fingers."
"I was really bored." Dean laughed.
"Obviously..." Cas sighed. "You are driving me insane, Dean."
"That's my job." Dean smiled.
"No, Dean. You're job is to fix cars, not be a major pain in my ass and art school drop out." Cas sassed.
"Yeah. You're definitely pissy." Dean mused.
"My foot is covered in permanent marker, Dean. I look I stepped in a puddle of tar." Cas said.
"I'm not that artistically challenged." Dean chuckled.
"Yeah, Dean. You really are." Cas nodded.
"You know what makes me feel better when I'm pissy?" Dean asked.
"Other than anime porn?" Cas smirked.
"You tell anyone and I will cut you." Dean threatened.
"You were saying?" Cas smiled smugly.
"You should change out of this suit, put on your pajamas, get comfortable, and just relax for a hot second. You're always so tense and stressed." Dean said.
"Dean. That's practically how you always spend your days. You asked if I wanted to know what makes you feel better when you're 'pissy'. You didn't ask if I wanted your advice." Cas stated.
"Fine. When I'm pissy, I like to make out with the most attractive person in the room. You should try it." Dean replied.
"I do not believe it is possible to make out with myself, Dean."
"You're smart ass attitude is going to kill you some day." Dean retorted.
"Well until that happens, I am going to resume my studies." Cas sighed.
"Oh no you're not. I don't want you to." Dean protested.
"Since when do you control my actions, Dean?" Cas challenged, shutting his notebook and setting it in his lap.
"That's part of you staying here. You do what I tell you to." Dean answered.
Cas laughed. "Sorry, Dean, but that wasn't the agreement. The agreement was that I care for you, not do your bidding. I get you food you need, I make sure you're comfortable, and I take care of you in general."
"In that case, your studying is disrupting my comfort." Dean stated.
"You aren't going to leave me alone about this are you?"
"Nope." Dean grinned. "Now go put your pajamas on."
"What are you? My mom?" Cas rolled his eyes.
"If you'd like." Dean smirked.
"If you won't let me study, then you're going to bed. Got that?" Cas snapped.
"I'm tired anyways." Dean smiled.
"God dammit, Dean." Cas scowled as he undressed and put on some flannel bottoms. "If I get a bad grade on this test tomorrow because of you, I swear..."
"I'm sure you'll do fine, Cas. Hell, I know you will. You've been studying for an hour. And that's just tonight." Dean laughed.
"Your words of encouragement mean nothing to me, Dean. You have low standards." Cas stated.
"Boy, you sure know how to make someone feel special." Dean retorted.
"Good thing I'm not trying to make you feel special then." Cas snapped.
Dean sighed. "You're killing me, Cas."
"Sorry." Cas replied, sassily.
"You're such an ass." Dean smiled.
"You tell me that often, Dean."
"With good reason." Dean snorted.
"Maybe so." Cas shrugged. "Or maybe you're just irritable."
"No, trust me, Cas. You're an annoying little shit. I have a high tolerance to irritation." Dean chuckled.
"Can I ask you something Dean?"
"You just did, but shoot." Dean smirked.
"Do you ever just sit there and think to yourself, 'What the hell am I doing with him?' because I do that all the time." Cas said.
"Shut up." Dean grinned, sitting up and crawling under the covers.
Once situated in bed, after a few hard minutes of maneuvering with Dean to avoid stabbing each other with their elbows or knees, Cas yawned and rested his head on Dean's chest like any other night. Dean reached over and pulled the chain on the light, causing darkness to envelop the room.
After a moment, Cas felt Dean shift, and then soft lips press against his.
"God dammit, Dean. What part of 'go to sleep' do you not understand?" Cas mumbled.
A/N: Isn't life so pleasant for them at the moment? Close enough at least. Some time in the next few chapters, things are going to get shaky. Why? Because Michael's an arrogant dickbag. That's why. ;) winky angry faces are totally a thing now and you can not tell me different.